The Infinite Plane

When the essences first gained sentience, Gira found himself angered. Maybe it was that he overthought the whole situation, but Gira was mad with the circumstances of his conception. Who would create them just to leave them alone in this cold, dark, infinite plane? Enraged, he tore off into the darkness, determined to find it's end, and snuff out the mind that thought they could do this to them. But Gira never found the edge of the universe, in fact, in terms of relativity, he never travelled very far from his fellow gods. Even more angered, he let out a loud yell, and rushed towards them, and crashed into the plane. It was so powerful, that it released hundreds of thousands of crystals into the void, all rushing outwards. Gira stood atop one, regaining his strength, as well as his patience. He then realized what he had created. Exercising his new power, Gira made the structure grow, and was in awe as he felt the structure rapidly expand underneath him. He began to laugh like a madman as the structure grew ever bigger, ever irregular, and as fractals wove themselves around the structure. Gira's land had been created.

As Gira created his crystalline structure, Minx found herself wondering, experimenting with light. She noticed that when the light was spread towards the crystalline structure, the fractals were projected across the universe, making small spots of simple geometric shapes. As she rotated around the structure, Minx also noticed that the angle of projection stretched out the shapes. She became curious. Why does this happen? What more could I do with this power? The magnificent plumb reminded her and some of her felow gods that we are here for a reason.

As Gira's crystals approached, Appartos wondered what they held, and what they could be made into. Soon, an idea came to them, and they began to gather crystals around them. Once they had believed they had enough, they experimented their power on the crystals, morphing them into gears and structures. Then they began to combine their creations and whatever crystals remained, and began to make their first meaningful thing: A home to work as they pleased, and would not be bothered by the antics of their fellow gods.

A single whimper echos amongst the darkness of infinity. In a fetal position, a single entity awakens, confused and scared, as if waking from a bad dream or restless sleep. It pulls itself up from it's crib, a pain lodged in it's back, blood oozes from a wound it find in it's side. A shard of crystal, small and glittering with it's lifeblood, is pulled from the gash, which soon heals back. "How strange..." whispered the being, it's eyes glistening from light reflected off the chunk of rock. It floated and morphed under the goddesses touch, shining brightly with a bright aura the pleased the goddess. She stood, balancing on some invisible force she willed under her feet to give them structure, holding her gem close to her bosom. She surveyed the area around her, scared and alone, she tried calling out with a nondescript noise, but realized it was in vain. But, something called out, more of the sparkly gems floated in the void, and she moved to collect them.

In the mad mixture of light and crystal, the first paradox formed itself, in the darkness a shadow detached itself and drifted towards the largest crystal, the God Hemtyx, God of Primal Energy will form himself in exactly 18 seconds time and instantly cast himself backwards in time to the point prior to being created thus filling the space and preventing his own creation, yet unraveling the paradox causing him to be formed once more. As he drifts through the void, like black silk caught in an ocean currant he reached out to grasp at one of the crystals, to his surprise and annoyance, the crystal simply passes through his ethereal form, he tries again to grasp it and this time chuckles as the crystal repeats its evasive path through the void. Hemtyx reached out, feeling his own power welling up deep inside him and pointed a single long, bony finger at a rather sizable crystal, a thin stream of golden and purple light jetted out of the god and struck the crystal, there was a woosh and a blaze of light and the crystal suddenly caught fire in a blaze of glory, white flames mired the crystalline skin of the shard and Hemtyx watched in wonder as it drifted off into the void, its heat and light acting as a beacon in the darkness.

Montayzuomah lay floating in the void, floating in a cross legged position as if he were sitting. There, he watched the great times of discovery take place; The creation of the crystals, the light being projected throughout the universe, the ethereal form and the creation of a home-like structure. Of course, the strange quiet being floating in the void was mentally noted, but not much of a watch. Everything to be seen at the moment was a great view, a view of discovery, a view of invention, a view of some kind of happiness. Of course, this was something for the God of Suffering to meddle with, a way to equal out the universe, the creation of suffering through war, plagues, death. However, what was there to meddle with? Crystals can't really do much to cause suffering...
"What to do..." Montayzuomah sighed to himself as he slowly flicked a stray crystal away from his path, still watching to learn more. "I guess I'll just watch until I decide to mess with my planet."

Gira trotted around the landscape he created, in complete and total awe. Minx's light passing through the thousands of prisms, fantastic shapes were cast and reflected throughout the whole mass. But something was not right... all of this, it was too sterile for Gira's liking. Gira bent down and tore a shard of crystal from the ground. He examined it, and then compared it to the crevice in the ground the crystal was once a part of. All of the imperfections he had made, though few, now forever permanent, and yet so fitting. He tossed the crystal around in his thick-digited hand for a while, and then looked far, into the horizon. There stood a large mass of crystal resting on the horizon (one not of this position in time and space could say it was like a large mountain). Gira glanced at the crystal, then gave it a powerful chuck. The crystal flew from his hand, and off towards the mountain. Gira remained there, frozen in the same post-throw pose. Then, the large crystal on the horizon shattered, and collapsed, and crashed to the ground. As the sound finally reached Gira, he came out of his frozen stance, and marvelled at the work he did. Everything he destroyed, would never be the same. It was overwhelming, the sense that he alone had the power to destroy, simply because he was. Gira desired more.
Gira would then go on to carve out canyons, crevices, and craters on this giant mass of crystal he had created. His mighty laughter would echo throughout the cosmos as he hysterically threw, smashed, grew, and shrunk all of the crystals he had formed. Gira was having the time of his life, all aboard this lone island of crystal, floating in the middle of dead space.

LiesseiL

At first there was an idea. The thought that wondered why it was. It looked back but there was a set date it couldn't see past. It could tell it was a deadline but was it set as a minimum or a maximum? Was it the beginning or the end? Perhaps when all is said and done here is where it will all come back to. It didn't make sense right now but why should it? There was no reason why it couldn't.

Before it was a massive collage of paths, nearly infinite possibilities which lied spread before them. Of course, this mind boggling chart quickly folded when the crystalline deity created the first objects to exist, well besides themselves. There was one god who wanted to be born before he was even born but he was just being silly. After drawing a circle in the path's the nonsense sorted itself out. Now what was interesting was the one goddess who seemed scared, alone in this void. The goddess of light served a very useful purpose, both now and later. Without her, many of the more interesting possibilities would not be. Both life and light would be necessary, but one step at a time.


First, the stage needed to be set. With all these crystals breaking apart and reflecting light it knew which crystals it needed to stop and where. With a mere touch it ceased the momentum of a few strategically placed crystals and angled them so they reflected the light onto the cast. All gods and goddesses were thus illuminated, their existences becoming visible to each other. LiesseiL was the exception to this though, keeping itself outside the light for now. It kept itself out of view, standing exactly where it knew it wouldn't be seen. After all, it still had to read it's lines. Without knowing what exactly to say when it'd have to fall back on improv, a skill which few people could master. For now, the other gods could remain content with the knowledge that each other exists sans LiesseiL. It had it's own work cut out for it right now. It was not a time for laziness.

It proceeded to create a realm of the mind, a space which existed within the entangled realities where minds both already were and soon to become. It would become the Dream Lands, a place where time and reality mean very little and both the impossible and the impending can be seen. Worlds that did not exist, realms which had yet to exist and places that already existed danced in a fluid stream of consciousness which was what the mind's realm would be woven from. As it dreamed it observed the interactions between the other gods, listening in from it's place in the dark.

Abaddon watched the other gods do as they pleased, discovering their various powers. He held great contempt towards them. All of them.
He himself however also wondered about his powers, his abilities. He reached out a clawed and and clenched his fist. Unleashing a primal shout of rage, all the rage he had stored up within his being. As he did a black creeping energy enveloped his arm. It had a face and it grew arms. He wasn't sure what it was. Until. . . It then smiled at him.
"Fa-fath-father" It said in a strange half-garbled voice. Abaddon's eyes widened in horror at the strange distorted being he had created. Why? Why did this happen. It made him feel love towards it. It called him father. . . No no, no, no, no. He grabbed it by the throat, as it's halfway developed eyes bulged slightly Abaddon looked away as he crushed it. When he did it fell into thirty-six large planets. . . Six planets in six "systems" Abaddon was in awe of what he had created. A single thought of family, others like him and a strange morphing object had enough sentience to call him father. . . Then he wanted it's death to be of use to him and just like that it had become planets. Systems. He smiled wicked. He was happy, he had destroyed. He had killed his son. It made him . . . Happy. He looked out upon his planets, dark, volcanic, cold, evil. He created some hideous, vile, cruel, sinful life and scattered them across his planets. He had made them in his own disgusting way of heart and soul.

Then he gathered darkness from his heart and spread it out, forming a long stent of black, cold, heartless land. Nothing resided here. Upon a peak, he placed a throne, a throne made out of black twisted metal. Abaddon then reached out his hand and slammed his fist down upon one of the planets. As he did all life around his fist, on that entire side of the planet, all life shriveled and died. All other life instantly fell onto their faces and worshiped Abaddon, declaring him to be the god of divine judgement. Happy with his new worshipers he sat in his throne, now surrounded by the souls of the dead. Their voices shrill and desperately screaming out in agony as their enraged soul tore itself apart slowly, endlessly.

Abaddon however felt somewhat lonely. So he created himself a Queen. She was tall, muscular, curvy, and her large almond eyes were as black as coal. Her thick hair was dark, almost black, her skin had an ashen tone to it. Her hands were like claws, her teeth were razors, she wore ankle-shackles and a single arm-shackle tying her to Abaddon's throne. He looked upon his Queen and smiled, pleased with her beauty. Pleased with her cruel and evil nature, distorted like his own.


"I shall name thee Lamia. The devourer. You shall devour all who oppose me upon the lands I have breathed life into, you shall become the face of doom among the living, and I shall rain destruction and utter chaos onto them. You shall also be my Queen, forever by my side. If you ever leave me, or attempt to I shall destroy you a million times over. You are dutifully mine. You will bear my children if I so wish it, you will die for me if I so wish it, and you will obey me without thought. Understood Lamia?" Abaddon asked authoritatively. With a fanged grin Lamia curled up on his feet before replying in a sensual voice.

"All hail the King. My Master, Abaddon." She rubbed up against his leg, her claws wrapping around his left leg as she looked up at him upon his throne. Abaddon grinned devilishly. He was pleased of what he had done. In fact he was happy. Was all he wanted happiness at the sufferings of others? Of his "children"? Or maybe something deeper, darker. . . He didn't know for sure, nor would he. All he knew for now was he would welcome any other gods to visit him. To see if they could stomach it here among such perversion and vile creatures.
Abaddon would welcome any of the naive gods to venture here, into Eternal Torment.

A bright light was shown upon the goddess, stopping her from her time of gathering the shards of rock that floated throughout space. She realized she was no longer alone, for this light was the act of another immortal as herself... She took a moment to throw her consciousness out towards existence, trying to divine the origin and locations of the other gods in this... Community.

She cast her gaze off towards the great Gira, who was happily creating and destroying a realm of his own. She directed her attention towards a being of cruelty and suffering, but she cared little for a single god floating in nothingness doing the same. Her mind shifted and churned as she felt the presence of some being, not true to the void as much as it was to time and her own thoughts. She tried in vain for moments to find this being, but soon was blinded by another beacon of light, blazing in the sky, created by a shadow... It was bright, so bright she averted her eyes and wept, but this single flare allowed her to gaze even farther into the inky blackness and realize what layed around her.

She was stunned by the true amount of raw emptiness that lies around her, but one spot drew her attention. A place of death, of torment, of destruction. Nothing about this realm made her curious... Except for one thing... She felt something small, something lesser than herself, and it drew her like a moth to the flame. She floated towards this evil place, coming upon a fortress of black rock. She shined and glimmered with a aura of light as she approached this land, causing lesser "children" to scatter for cover, she was amazed by these tiny things, but her mind demanded her attention elsewhere. She ascended the steps of the dark throne, her eyes fall upon it's evil master and his queen. It was a mockery of some force she believed to have stood for, but she would not attempt to force her will upon it, merely question it's existence. "You... What are you... To create these things that babble at the base of your throne?" She said as she approached the pair, her form morphs and swirls, changing to a appearance that would resemble the bitch-queen that lays beside his throne, but more pure, radiant, and free of his twisted influence.

The phantom God twisted in the void, reaching out his arms and brushing aside crystals around him, he noticed that only if he moved quickly that he could interact with the material world, though it seemed the larger crystals took even greater effort than it seemed to take the other Gods, a glimpse through the folds of time showed him the destructive power of the Crystal God, turning and twisting in void he drifted towards the colossal crystal that dominated the void.

He drifted through the beams of light, reflected and refracted through the crystalline landscape, floating close to the ground he caught the reflection of himself, drifting back to get a full look of himself, tilting his head in thought and looking closer, the dark wraith-like form pleased him, the formless nature of his figure worked well for him and he wondered if he had designed it for that purpose. Whilst looking into his reflection he saw the form of a crystal shard hurtling towards him, raising a hand and drifting backwards he unleashed a burst of primal energy towards the deadly crystal, in midair the primal energy coalesced, forming into a large quantity of gems, crashing into the crystal and shattering off chunks of it, the chunks collided in midair and pushed the larger of the crystals off of its path and it crashed down beside him, he looked at the crystal and back along its flight path and decided to follow it to find where it came from.

Skirting the ground ground the dark God crested a ridge and sighted down in the valley, the Crystal God, Gira, clearly in his element and judging by his laughter also enjoying it greatly. After pausing for a moment in thought he decided to actually go and interact with his sibling, passing through the beams of light and dodging the skittering crystals to rise up in front of his fellow God.
"Greetings brother." He began in his fell, rasping voice. "I am Hemtyx, God of Primal Energy."

Everything seemed to be progressing quickly, whole star systems were made, more acts of discovery were also being developed as the void suddenly lit up by some other being. This made the God of Suffering curious, but that can wait. What was more intriguing was the lesser 'life' that was created by one of the gods. It was a chance to mess with this life, to create the suffering he was so created to do, to even out this universe with suffering and happiness.

The other gods were busy with their work, interacting with each other to maybe -and hopefully- work together in order to perform new things. Ikaros can wait, all of these planets were great opportunity to gain some form of 'power'.
And so, Montayzuomah changed the direction of his aimless drifting with a few kicks of his feet, heading towards the life filled planets for him to finally show his own power. But what could he do? Probably the first thing to do; introduce an epidemic, a plague, suffering...

Gira stopped his destructive spree, lowering a towering sapphire to the ground. He was confused by Hemtyx's presence, even moreso the fact that they were related, but then he remembered he was an 8 foot tall sentient being with ethereal power made out of crystal that was created out of nowhere. So he humored Hemtyx.
"Greetings, brother. It is a pleasure to finally see another relative in the flesh." he said in his low, gravelly voice. "Welcome to my land, beautiful, isn't it?" Gira remarked.
Ending that sentence, Gira looked to the vast land he had been responsible for. Massive, glimmering canyons and valleys dotted the island of glass. Shards of broken crystals and gemstones decorated the landscape. The dozens of imperfections just making the glimmer of the lights shine ever more radiantly. Gira looked up to the dark, empty void. If he had a normal face exposed, he would have frowned.

Sylva stared across the void as she awoke, hearing her other half wake up within her mind, the brunt force of his will to explore pushed, trying to gain control, but she held in the mental battle and he retreated. After it finished so much had already been done by what appeared to be others like her. She say the massive crystalline planet of Gira, the dark realm of Abbadon, the bright light of Minx, aided through the help of LiesseiL. She even saw the wandering of Silka, the being which appeared to be most like herself in figure, and the strange mechanized shelter of Appartos, though of course she didn't truly know the names of the other beings she saw, in fact she didn't even manage to catch more than a shadow of a look at what she assumed was a being who spread more of the light of the light spirit. Looking around she decided that she would need to make a place of her own. She floated towards a location nearby the crystal beings own place

Seeing the others create gave her inspiration, so holding out her hand she formed what she would call wood into the shape of a pole in her hand. Creating some more wood she allowed it to grow into a wooden platform and then to make a dome, with small holes to let the light through. Sylva soon realized though that her new creation needed sustenance, as it began to wilt if she withdrew her power, so she covered the top of the dome with leaves, which would absorb energy from the light to help sustain it. Pleased, it could now sustain itself, she opened a entrance and withdrew into it. Inside she made a home. She made a large side hole and placed a long chair next to it to sit and watch the outside. She made a platform with more chairs around it for a place in which her and others could converse, and last she made a resting place, a wooden platform absolutely covered in a big pile of leaves to lay on. She then sat on her bed and thought of more to create and how to increase her creation's sustainability, as it only had the light to support it for now.

Abaddon glanced up at the being in front of his throne. His children rushed about screeching and hissing at hthe creature. Lamia clawed at the morphing being. Abaddon raised one hand to call them into silence.
In a dominant tone, level and confident his fiery eyes locked onto this being as he spoke "I am Abaddon. God of death, torment and, all sufferings. I created life so I could take it away at will because that act pleases me. Who might you be, being of shifting lights? You who wander into my Tormented Sanctuary so lightly?" His eyes never strayed from this thing, this foreigner in his lands. Abaddon came to the conclusion this was one of the other gods. He wondered for a fleeting moment if they all had the same levels of power, like clashing titans? Or perhaps some were stronger than others. Stronger than him? Preposterous! Abaddon shook his head slowly before refocusing onto the being in front of him.

Lamia growled a throaty growl as she clung onto Abaddon's leg with a ferocity, almost a jealousy towards the better version of herself. Lamia felt inadequacy compared to this being of beauty.

Abaddon spoke again adding to his statement. "Who are you to recreate the form I chose for my queen? Making her into something beautiful? I never intended her to be radiant in any sense of the word." Abaddon's voice dripped with sadness, or what came close to it. He created his dog-like queen to be like his guardian. His torturer, his second in command. This female creature arrives here of all other gods domains and recreates his art, twisting it into something beautiful. Did she fancy herself above him? Did she think herself to be of better quality? He felt hot rage boiling inside of him, he held it down as he watched her. Were the gods not all equal? Were we not all made from nothingness? Awakening into the same void?! Abaddon felt his temples pulsing with anger, swelling within him. Remaining calm, he kept his gaze and awaited her reply.

She took a step back, she did not know of death, torment, or the like, but she knew she would not want to learn either."I do not know, I simply have and am." She took a moment to look over herself, noticing her new, more pleasing form. "I believe I shall be called Selka from now on..." Her eyes darted towards him and Lamia, her hissing gave the goddess a sense of fear, and she took a moment to address this. "And I did not intend to insult you with my appearance, if it would please you I shall take my leave from this place." She turned her attention away from him for a moment, marveling in the creation he made, she strides towards an obsidian wall, running her hands down it's smooth surface until a jagged edge, an imperfection, slices open her finger and spill her life's blood once more. "Such a wondrous throne, truly a being of such power would require an equally great palace... But this place does not concern me, what does are your... Children... These tiny beings..."

She turned back to him crossing her arms, "But first... I wish to take one of these things, make them my own... Improve upon the original." She kneeled down to scoop up one of the hissing things that scurried around her feet, she took it in her hands and imparted her divine spark upon it and instilling a drop of blood into it's form from her still-bleeding finger. It split the tiny being in half and remade the halves. In a bright flare of golden light, she held two changed mortals, one in each hand. They both resembled the goat-kin-things that were created by abaddon, but their features were smoothened, their skin turned a bronze color and their eyes were golden like her aura, one was male and the other female. "A fitting improvement don't you think, Abaddon?" As she displayed them forward towards the god of death, proud of her creation.

The Gods Gira and Hemtyx are so utterly different that if they were not deities that an ecounter between the two would have been almost comical, bright shining hulking mass that was the crystalline Gira near enough dwarfed the shadowy and phantasm that was Hemtyx, even the simple fact that one was bound by the material and one was immaterial only helped to show just how contrasting these Gods are.

Taking a look around the land of crystal and light, taking in for the first time how much damage the crystal God must surely have done to warp it into such features and bizarre cuts in the landscape. The destruction around him shocked him to his core and disgusted him that a God could wreak such devastation on his own world.
"I love it, brother." He replied honestly. "It is a true testament to your physical strength, an ability I am sorely lacking in."

In the beginning there was the Word, and the Word was Law.

He looked upon the Void of Creation and saw the Primordial Chaos and He was displeased.

With a single sound, an imperfect analogy for a moment in which sound did not yet exist, the Word spoke. It was a whisper and a shout, an infinite chime that reverberated throughout the infant Existence - a single moment that was heard in all moments - a singular act that occurred in all places, everywhere that ever was or would be. In that endless moment the Word was spoken and with it structure was heard.

Order from Chaos. Natural laws began to take shape. First, Necessary Laws - those things that possess logical necessity for which other potential concepts could be woven from. The creation of day and night, or life and death, are meaningless without the fundamental conceptual laws that day is opposite to night, or that death is the opposite state to life. It was a subtle thing but an important thing, for without which the act of creation would be akin to describing sound to a being that has never been able to hear, or colour to one who has never seen.

Next would come the physical laws that govern existence... or at least what would become the Material plane. The canvas on which creation could be painted.

The Word became louder at this, reverberated stronger. Its conscious self became more defined, it's identity more secured. It was the Lawgiver - the Word was with the Lawgiver, and the Word was the Lawgiver.


He looked upon the Void once more. The Primordial Chaos was becoming Ordered and He was pleased.

He saw other existences. Concepts so pure and undiluted they could only be agents of Creation. Some gestated, while others where vital and active. He saw Light, but also Pain and Hatred. He saw Creation itself, or at least certain aspects of Creation, given form and awareness. He watched as these essences played with the possibilities of reality, some with more willfulness than others.

The moment passed... it could have been aeons, it could have been millenia or it could have been a heartbeat. He would rest a touch...

Bored bored bored. The only thing which made Montayzuomah jealous of the other gods was his own powers. Not ever could he gain the power to create such amazing structures or buildings, only change the instinct of lesser beings. Although, it was also possible to change his size, but that didn't seem too useful. All that could he could really do is test if his powers worked on these other beings... Which would be quite interesting.

And so, Montayzuomah headed off towards the crystalline planet, approaching the dark being and the crystal being. It's funny, they were like complete opposites of each other. "Hey you two~!" He called out to the beings as he floated down, sitting cross legged on a stray crystal as it floated towards the beings. "I got some news for you guys which can... compromise... your fun~."
He gave a little hop, allowing him to leave the stray crystal and float in front of the two being, still cross legged.

As the Great Eagle was flying throughout the void, he spotted quite the peculiar sight. Kernaz followed the trail of crystals to its source, where he found several other beings lurking near an island. Saddened by the sight of a practically broken world, Kernaz found his new ability: several rocks suddenly appeared in front of him, colliding together to form quite the big meteorite. The Eagle flung it around the universe, careful not to hit anyone, and started chipping some lone crystals. From these lone crystals, the meteorite was soon imbued with many beautiful gems that hid deep beneath its surface. The Great Eagle never made contact with the other gods, until he found Sylva. Kernaz was simply amazed, and quickly made contact.

"Your creations are interesting, creature," He announced at first, landing upon the wooden dome that Sylva had created. Kernaz came with the dome of rock that he created, which was floating above his head without movement. "And I believe that this creation can be used for good. Oh, for the realm of this crystalline god is broken and ugly, no match for your creations nor mine." The Eagle spoke with a calm voice, inching around with his feet. "I will throw this rock at his domain, for it to absorb the crystals and bloom into something more beautiful.. something better. This lord, it seems, does not know the true beauty of things. And so, I request of you to bless this rock with your creations. I do not seek to harm this god, but merely to improve his vision of things." Kernaz nods a few times, spinning the rock above him.

Appartos had been sitting on their own world for a while. They never planned on making contact with their fellow gods- They felt as if they didn't need the company, but just needed their machines. And so they sat at the top of their world, looking at the other gods, observing them and their actions.

It was only until now that they had come to a realization. It wasn't a heartfelt one, nor was it selfish. They simply thought 'well, if I'm going to be with them for the rest of my life, I may as well get to know them'. They continued observing for a few more seconds, trying to decide who to go to. It was then that they actually focused on the gathering of three of their fellow gods on a crystalline world. But they didn't focus on the god in golden armor, nor did they focus on the smaller phantasmal being. Their focus was the large being made of crystal, who was originally throwing crystals at each other for his amusement. 'Surely,' they thought 'surely this has to be the one who launched the other crystals into the void'. They decided the best place to start making introductions was there, where they could thank this god for giving them the ability to construct their own home.

And so they constructed a spherical shell to their world, made of cogs that all seemed to fit in unison. And then they created an inner forge bigger than any of the other ones made. And as the gears turned, they started spinning something within that forge, and the forge flared to life, releasing hot flames in a violent manner. This eruption of fire sent their home moving slowly forward towards Gira's world. Slowly, Appartos's world went from being another crystal spec in the sky to a sort of moon hanging in orbit over Gira's planet.

Gira still stared at the sky, distant. He looked back towards Hemtyx. The crystals armoring his body let off a low glimmer, contrasting against the raging lights, full of passion, that once irradiated from him. He furrowed his square brows, and turned towards Hemtyx.
"The sky, it's so dark... it feels empty. Here I am, standing next to one of my own kin, and yet I look up, and I know nothing anymore. I am filled with a sense of neither meaning nor lack of. There are things out there, we know. My crystals, our kin, maybe even their creations, but how would we know that if we have no guides? Something to remind us that there's something beyond all of us, something that renders us insignificant... but what?"
Gira stared deeper into the infinite expanse. His deep thought was suddenly interrupted by an odd being, who they would soon learn was the god Montayzuomah.
"Hey you two~!" He called out to the beings as he floated down, sitting cross legged on a stray crystal as it floated towards the beings. "I got some news for you guys which can... compromise... your fun~." He gave a little hop, allowing him to leave the stray crystal and float in front of the two being, still cross legged.
Gira angled himself towards Montayzuomah, clearly confused. But as the God of Suffering spoke, Gira went into his distant state again, staring off into the infinity, for something had caught his eyes.